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television...the HAWAIIAN music plays on the old hi-fi.

DON’S TV

A live feed of the local news, showing the outside of the now-

familiar home of Kira Klay.

Another shot with the gruesome crash sight. An inserted RED

CARPET SHOT from “Subliminal Velocity” of Holt and Julia with

Kira.

Now the handi-cam footage of shirtless Holt carrying Julia

from the crash site as the Porsche ignites in FLAMES behind

him, with the headline: “REAL LIFE ACTION HERO.” He does in

fact look like a chiseled action hero...and you can bet

Hollywood is thinking the same thing.

Don sits slack-jawed, staring at the television.

KNOCKING:

At the door again. Don clutches Tristan and rocks him.

ON THE TV:

MATCH CUT TV at-

65.

INT. LUCY’S HOUSE -- VERY LATE NIGHT

HAWAIIAN MUSIC CONTINUES

Lucy looks at the tv...the footage of Holt carrying Julia

from the wreckage...

Now a HEADSHOT of Kira Klay. “CELEBRITY SUICIDE?” Asks the

super.

Lucy draws a sharp breath, something giving way a little.

Pours herself a glass of Pinot. Drinks unsteadily.

Picks up the phone. Fully herself again:

LUCY:

Hi, it’s Lucy...yeah, I know what

time it is...why, you wanna look

for another job? Okay, tellacquisitions we need to lock up all

the Holt McClaren footage...right,

motion and still. We’ll go up toeighty, higher if we have

to...right. We can use some of the

Don Konkey stills of Kira. Try toget someone into the house...with

all the coroner’s people and

cops...Don’ll do it...see if he can

get something...uh huh...just do

it. I’ll be there in an hour.

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM

HAWAIIAN MUSIC CONTINUES OVER:

JULIA:

Intubated, unconscious, heavily bandaged...

HOLT:

Sits there next to the bed, head in hands...

DON:

Loading his cameras and packing up his photo gear...carefully

places Tristan in a shoe box and takes him along...

PRINCE TYREESE:

In his office at home. He looks at one of the photos, puts a

match to it...

KIRA:

66.

Lying on the coroner’s slab, alabaster, perfect and

lifeless...

LUCY:

In her walk-in closet. She stands there dressing, putting on

another one of her signature sexy-but-efficient suits. She

looks straight into CAMERA...we are the mirror, until she is

suited up and turns abruptly and snaps the LIGHT OUT.

The HAWAIIAN MUSIC continues in BLACK.

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